A Hard Place

Arthur McCorth · White Belt Old Friend Posts: 47

Arthur grew curious as he watched the exchange between Karlos and Margarita. When Karlos left with the.....'dragon', he decided to question Margarita.

"Tell me young lady, how does a girl like you end up here being bossed around by a man like that?"

Mitsukai · Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 2:11 pm Post subject:

((Sorry for the wait!))

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Margarita shoved the last stool into place before perching herself on top of it, legs on either side and her hands palm down on the stool itself.

Examining the speaker, she tilted her head.

"It's a bit of a long story but not quite," she said shortly, leaving it up to him whether he still wanted to hear it or not.

Cirrial · Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 5:09 pm Post subject:

Upstairs, Serakree glares intently at Karlos, and places her hands together, clawtip resting on clawtip.

"Any plants you have. Preferrably already mangled to be easily compacted and carried. ...I believe there is a local dish here you call 'salad'? I'd like the ingredients you use for that. ...Not all of them, just some."

Her tongue slowly waves around in the air like the tail of a cautious cat.

"I can't offer you money, but I could perhaps offer you a means to make money. Are you perhaps familiar with the concept of 'biotechnology'? It is the closest fitting phrase I can use, and judged on your rather... primitive structure, I'm willing to bet that you aren't."

She leans against a wall.

"Of course, it often seems to be that those unfamiliar with the type of technology I'm offering are fairly... unreceptive towards it and its values. Tell me, are you a human of a closed mindset?"

Zerrer · Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 5:13 pm Post subject:

A nuka cola machine, by god. It seems like forever since I've played fallout.

Sorry to interrupt, but i just had to say that.

Kazumaru · Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 5:18 pm Post subject:

Karlos grinded his teeth for a moment, trying to phrase this in an unoffensive way. "Look..." he started "This isn't some cheap cathouse. We sell booze, not 'favours.'"

Cirrial · Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 5:30 pm Post subject:

Serakree nods, eyes closed. Then, after a few seconds, her eyes spring open and she looks sharply to the ground, her tail twisting around itself. "...What? Oh, no, I, no, I meant... look, it's not important now, just..."

Eyes cast to the floor, she walks quickly and purposefully towards the door. "...I meant machines! Tools! Medicines!"

After a long and hesitant pause, she looks back to Karlos. "...Y'know, if you could just leave a bag full of vegetables outside the front door in ten minutes, I can leave now and prevent this situation from getting any more awkward than it already is."

Kazumaru · Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 5:37 pm Post subject:

"Hold on." Karlos said. "You come into my joint, refuse to even buy a drink, make me waste a bottle of vodka-- VODKA!-- and now you're demanding I give you food?"

"What sort of tools?"

Arthur McCorth · White Belt Old Friend Posts: 47

Mitsukai · Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 12:32 pm Post subject:

Margarita only raised an eyebrow in response. She might as well seeing as there was nothing left for her to do.

Shifting slightly, she thought before speaking.

"To put it simply... I needed a job, and he needed a worker."

She paused to glance at the staircase. Where was Karlos?

"It works well. I take care of him and do a couple of odd-end jobs; he gives me a place to sleep, some food to eat, and a bit of money for spending to boot."

Arthur McCorth · White Belt Old Friend Posts: 47

Arthur smiled knowingly at her explanation, but there was an unmistakable look of disappointment in his eyes.

"But my dear girl, you have your whole life ahead of you. Do you not dream of more than this simple life?"

Mitsukai · Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 9:27 am Post subject:

She mentally shrugged the question off. It was also her job to keep customers happy, and this wouldn't be too difficult to do.

"Yes and no. You can't have more if you don't have the means to... but this is "home" anyways so it wouldn't matter," she replied, accenting home with her "quotation-mark-finger-movements".

Or at least, that's what she would call it if she had to name it.

Arthur McCorth · White Belt Old Friend Posts: 47

A knowing glint, and something of a challenge, came into Arthurâ€™s eyes at the girlsâ€™ words.

"Ah, but if one so wishes there are ways to the means. When you get to be my age dear girl you realise that there are ways to acquire anything one could wish for, if one is willing to try.

Have you never felt the call of the unknown, to try your hand at something you have never done before, to dare to risk it all for the chance at success?"

The old mans eyes now seemed focused on some distant point, perhaps many years in the past, but his voice was strong and surprisingly deep with the strength of his emotion.